We Can’t Stop Looking at Each Other

I just needed a drink after work.

A little treat for myself. It was a rough week, but I made it through. I led the team through two extra projects and a rushed deadline. Still, we made it, even though I feel like I’ve been through a battle. I didn’t have any plans, so I did what I usually do: I stopped into a place that looked interesting on my route back from the office. Tonight, that happens to be your little bistro. I’ve been eyeing it for a while. And now that I’m sitting at your bartop and you’ve placed a cocktail napkin in front of me, we can’t stop looking at each other.

Is this for real? We can’t stop looking at each other.

Your eyes are like two glistening green pools. Actually, there are flecks of golden brown in the left one. It’s as if you have little golden crystals in your eyes. Meanwhile, I see you scan my body quickly, but you are also transfixed on my face. We can’t stop looking at each other. I reach up and fidget with my hair. Then, your voice hits me like velvet. It cuts through the ambient bar noise, as if you have a direct line into my ear. I’m slightly arrested. Quick on my feet, I ask you for a recommendation. It lengthens our time together.

More words start spilling out of your mouth. We can’t stop looking at each other. You’re saying something about muddled fruit. I don’t really care. Instead, I’m watching the way your lips move and how your eyes bore into mine. Eventually, I say I’ll take whatever you just described. You slide away to the end of the bar to complete my drink, but I notice your eyes on me still. I can’t seem to escape your gaze, but I don’t want to. It doesn’t feel smothering.

We can’t stop looking at each other.

In fact, I can’t stop glancing at you either, and each time I do, you seem to be staring back at me. I watch you stir and shake and pour. Your fingers are nimble and graceful. They are commanding but gentle. A few moments later, you slide my completed cocktail in front of me, and your eyes don’t leave my face. You tell me to enjoy. I want to tell you that I will enjoy anything that you give me. Instead, I wrap my fingers around the stem of the glass and bring it to my lips. Still, we can’t stop looking at each other. You don’t leave, and we’re still looking at each other.

You are watching me take the first sip, supervising me. I think you want to see me taste it to gauge my reaction. The flavors sit on my tongue for a few moments before I swallow them. Slightly bitter and not too sweet. A little floral and a little herbal. I love it. We can’t stop looking at each other. And your golden-green eyes shine on me as I tell you how perfect it is.

Thank you. In response, you bring two fingers to your lips and blow me a silent kiss as a thank-you before strolling away down the bar. And still, we can’t stop looking at each other.

Immediately, little butterflies flutter in my chest.

Oh my goodness. Was that really meant for me? What a tease you are. Are you trying to make me jump over this bar? You’re making me all hot and bothered. I want to drag you to my apartment, or maybe have some after-work sex at my office. You’re making me think about dropping my phone number, or my @, which is something I never do. Or maybe… just maybe I’ll be more subtle?

There. I snapped a photo of you. I’m tagging myself at the bar with you in the photo. If you’re slick, you’ll find a real cougar slut like me. Slide into those DMs, Golden Green Eyes. I’ll be waiting. Maybe if we can’t stop looking at each other here at the bar, we could do it in private, too.

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